Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetlye were forsworne;
And those eyes, the breake of day,
Lights, that do misleade the morne:
But my kisses bring againe,5
Seales of love, but seal'd in vaine
Hide, oh hide those hills of snowe,
Which thy frozen bosom beares,
On whose tops the pinkes that growe,
Are of those that April wears:10
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.
FOOTNOTES:
[885] Dr. Warburton in his Shakesp.
[886] Mr. Malone, in his improved edition of Shakespeare's Sonnets, &c. hath substituted this instead of Marlow's Madrigal, printed above; for which he hath assigned reasons, which the reader may see in his vol. x. p. 340.
XV.
KING LEIR AND HIS THREE DAUGHTERS.
